Yes, my friends, that is where your faithful pals and colleagues have been in policy-land: sick and very very tired.
Word of warning: there are now so many rhinoviruses (sounds more menacing than “germs”, doesn’t it?) floating around the Milano building that I would not blink if the heretofore unaffected started sporting scary spaceman outfits, so as to avoid the pestilence.
Maybe my perspective is skewed (entirely plausible, since I am really going only on personal and anecdotal evidence, as well as, you know, Facebook) but first we hit the wall of tired, and then fell limply to a pile of kleenex. Or something. Basically, we’re all working 24/7 with our groups, assembling research (even when you know that you don’t have time to do more, there are always these tantalizing reminders of your project, everywhere you go, all day long, prompting you to KEEP GOING past the point of reason) and hopefully analyzing/preparing briefings/assembling our many future documents.
I don’t know. It’s hard to sum up in any sort of interesting way, because frankly, I’m resisting the temptation to talk more about MY project right now, but we really have gotten to a point where we’re breathing this, and dreaming it, as well as hoping that our solutions are going to be useful in some way. This is the sort of thing that leaves you very drained, but hopefully feeling very proud about too. I’m joking about the sickness going around because it’s to be expected under the circumstances, and also, what better bonding moment can you have than diverting attention from The Project to fetch more tissue/handkerchiefs, more tea, and share home remedies? I’ve just learned about one involving tea with raspberry jam and some sort of liquor, and if it weren’t for the person’s grandma who makes it living all the way in the Ukraine, I’d totally be swilling it by now. I mean, doesn’t that sound good? Someone else swears by Sudafed, which makes me so crazed that I’d talk even more than I do now, and now? Now I talk too much because that is what happens when I’m tired–I babble. It’s truly unfortunate, and I have apologized many times. In that sense a sore throat is a small blessing for others because I can’t do it.
I am enjoying an evening of obsessing over finding some graphics that are really specific (oh, believe you me, I know what I am looking for, internets) for…I’m not even sure. Just in case. Whatever. I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of it during our late night meeting tomorrow.
Carry on, ya’ll. And to our friends Out There?? We do miss you. And we will see you…well, honestly probably not until Spring Break or May, depending. But when we’re not dreaming about Lab, we’re totally thinking of you. Honest.